If I blow the conch and they don't come back; then we've had it. We shan't keep the fire going. We'll be like animals. We'll never be rescued." "If you don't blow, we'll soon be animals anyway.

It may be -- I hope it is -- redemption to guess and perhaps perceive that the universe, the hell which we see for all its beauty, vastness, majesty, is only part of a whole which is quite unimaginable.

Art is partly communication, but only partly. The rest is discovery.

What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?

I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been.

Nothing is so impenetrable as laughter in a language you don't understand.

They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate.